Blood & Bruises

Fight

>>Izel

Oh wow!

Did my cheering work? I hesitantly brought down my hands and looked around. No one was looking at me. I was standing there alone.

As if

I told myself.

Why would he get back on his feet like that just because he saw me cheer for him?

Must be because that asshole coach of his that keeps threatening him.

>>Seth

Oh boy! Oh boy!! Oh Boy!!!

Doc is here!!

My already racing heart started pounding.

Doc is here to see me fight!! I can't lose!! God! I can't believe she saw me almost lose! That would have been so uncool!!

She has never come out before though! Why today?!

I brought my arms up as I steeled myself

Well, it doesn't matter. I can't lose in front of her!

>>Izel

I sat back down and continued to watch.

His opponent lunged forward, trying to land another powerful uppercut aimed at Seth's jaw. Seth twisted his torso just in time, feeling the breeze of the punch graze his cheek. In the same motion, he planted his feet and exploded upward with a right cross of his own. The punch connected cleanly with his opponent's jaw, sending a shockwave through his arm. The man staggered, blinking away his cloudy vision.

Seth pressed the advantage, stepping inside and unleashing a rapid combination—left hook, right uppercut, left jab. Each punch landed with precision, snapping his opponent's head back. His opponent stumbled back, blood trickling from his split lip, his expression darkening. There was no time to think; Seth was already moving again, light on his feet, avoiding a desperate haymaker that could have taken his head off.

But his opponent wasn't done yet. He charged forward, his fists flying in a whirlwind of fury. Seth absorbed a glancing blow to his ribs, a stinging pain shooting through his side, but he kept his guard up, dodging and blocking most of the onslaught. Then, in a sudden shift, his opponent threw a low hook to the body that caught Seth off-guard.

OWWW! I had virtual pain seeing that and I balled my fists as I leaned back against the chair in distress.

Pain exploded in his side, and he felt his breath hitch.

Seth staggered back, gasping, the taste of copper filling his mouth. His opponent sensed weakness and moved in for the kill, eyes wild with a mix of desperation and rage. But Seth's mind looked clear, his instincts sharp. As his opponent launched another devastating blow, Seth ducked low, slipped to the outside, and came up with a punishing right uppercut that cracked against his opponent's chin.

The crowd gasped collectively while my eyes went wide in shock as Seth's opponent's head snapped back, his body swaying. Seth didn't hesitate. He followed up with a left hook, a right cross—his punches flying faster now, fueled by adrenaline and determination. His opponent's guard crumbled, and Seth seized the moment.

My heart was pounding and somehow my eyes were fixed on Seth.

With a final, bone-crushing straight to the face, he drove his knuckles deep into his opponent's skull.

The man's legs buckled. He teetered for a second, eyes unfocused, before crumpling to the canvas in a heap. The referee moved in, beginning the count. Seth stood there, fists still clenched, chest heaving

"Two, Three, Four," As the referee was counting, Seth turned his head to look at me.

But I was busy looking at the body he knocked out, so I didn't notice him looking at me.

I licked my lips

Finally

Food

>>Seth

What is she doing? I frowned. Where is she looking? I turned my face around, trying to look at what she was looking

"Seven," The referee counted

My sight fell on the boxer I just knocked out.

...???

I blinked at him, then looked back at her. My breathing was heavy because of the match, sweat was trickling down my body.

"Nine"

She licked her lips again, then gulped.

No,

I might be seeing it wrong.

I followed her line of sight again and without a doubt, it fell on the unconscious man

"Ten!! And Seth Vega is the winner!!" The crowd started yelling, mostly filled with boo's because I usually lose these matches. Many of the men must have lost their bets

"Yess!!" My coach came running into the ring and hugged me but I couldn't show him the happiness back. I was baffled.

I was utterly shocked.

What is with Doc and unconscious men?!?!

Is she really a pervert?!?